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Who: Gilbert Nightray & open!
When: All day on the 7th
Where: Funtom Bakery
Summary: Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and a neutral business is doing their part to make sure that people enjoy the most important part of the holiday: THE PIES. Come get a free pie.
Warnings: Warning for cavities. No really, brush your teeth after eating, kids.

This is Gilbert's third time witnessing this modern holiday in Siren's Port. It's a different sort of tradition than his own world's celebration of welcoming in the harvest with a large feast, but then, there's nothing in this world that mirrors his own when it comes to holiday and tradition. Still, he and Funtom are doing their part to promote charity and goodwill by offering a free pumpkin pie ('One per customer, please!' proclaims a sign on the counter with a childish sketch of a happy black rabbit sitting in a teacup.) to complete your meal tomorrow evening!

Come in and get your free pie, sit down and enjoy tea and pastries, or just come in to bother the baker as he moves from the kitchen to the front counter to help pass them out.

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"I suppose you really aren't from here," she said plainly, nodding a little. "But you should probably research history before you start selling baked goods, as well as researching capitalism before you give products away for free."

Again, a lot of those words go over his head, but he still look more apologetic than confused.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I can bring it up with the manager later...he's at least heard of Canada before."

She feels a little guilty now for her lecturing. "Oh? So you're not the manager? Who is running this place then?"

"I'm only in charge of the kitchens," he explains, head bowed in apology again.

"His name is Ciel Phantomhive. He's a newcomer as well."

"Well. Hopefully, you can inform your boss about my suggestions," Anya says, quickly trying to resolve the situation. "Although the offer is certainly generous, and I'm sure the pie will be, um, very tasty."

It's true that they should be more cautious. Now that she brings it up, it would be a terrible thing to draw unwanted attention to the bakery through something like this, especially towards either of the companies. They'd spent over two years here now staying unaffiliated; they were definitely becoming worse of a target as time went on.

"I hope you enjoy it. It's my only real talent, so..." he adds, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck.

She's feeling a little bad now, so she attempts to make him feel better. That doesn't mean she won't try to fit the pie into her handbag as she's talking.

"I'm sure you have other talents, even if they don't lie in the understanding of economic theory."

He doesn't look like he takes offense at all. He doesn't even look like he's being purposely self-deprecating; he's only stating facts.

"Ah...I guess I'm good at cleaning too?" Basically, he's a 1950's housewife.

"I was a servant back home."

"A servant?" she replied. "Well, a servant would have to be good at cleaning, I suppose."

She moves some things out of her handbag in an attempt to make room for the pie.

"Servants can be good at plenty of things like-- did you ever have to supervise children?"

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His expression softens, just a touch. There's even a hint of a smile - a proud one - as he nods.

"When I was younger, yes. My young master was a year older than me, but I also looked after his little sister."

"There. Children. Not many people are good with children," she said, "And very few can tolerate their excessive noise. That's a talent."

"Is that really a talent?" he asks in return, not so much humbly as genuinely uncertain.

"It's just a matter of being used to it."

"Well, many people with high numbers of children are also bad parents. There's no direct correlation," she explains. "You should embrace your skills, assuming you are assessing your abilities accurately."

That's...depressing to think about, really. He's met his fair share of terrible parents; the head of the Vessalius house, Oz's master, definitely won't be winning any father of the year awards. But it's depressing to think that that sort of thing is common no matter what world you're from. His shoulders slump in a reflection of his thoughts.

"Ah - it's mostly a useless skill here, though...I don't really come in contact with many children. But I'll try to keep that in mind, thank you."

"No problem," she adds, not noticing the shift in body language. "Maybe you could start encouraging children to eat more baked goods. That would allow you to show off your talent."

"Hm? How would I do that?" he asks, curiously.

"It can combine your current job with your talents," she elaborates, "And provide increased revenue for your establishment. Children are greedy and irresponsible with money, so it could help."

Edited 2012-11-01 19:18 (UTC)

"But - I shouldn't encourage something like that, right?"

"Well, I haven't tasted any of your products yet to know that," she says, missing his point completely. "I'm sure they'll be at least adequate, or else you couldn't afford to give stock away for free."